Artist: House of Pain f/ Sadat X
Album:  The Truth Crushed to Earth Shall Rise Again
Song:   Heart Full of Sorrow
   
   If I was to sit down and actually write out a list
   Of the MCs that missed it would be the constitution
   They play their caps backwards still saying wack words
   No power to (durhust) just a few yes men
   Raising the question of who gave you a contract
   They should be fired youre officially retired
   
   I see you make a little cash and start showing your ass
   You get laced up with jewels your crews acting like fools
   Playing hard rock surrounded by body guards
   Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard
   Thinking youre the white hot man of the hour
   But you just cant figure how your flavor went sour
   Back in 89 PE fought the power and in 86 Big Daddy Kane was raw
   
   And I was right there on the first floor of the Palladium
   You never played a venue local college or a stadium
   A young boys (fiddin pad) fad is now a grown mans profession
   To earn this is a blessing
   This skills have me guessing learn cause Im testing
   Follow this down no question
   
   No doubt check it out
   You be either rhyming in code or on some gangster node
   You all clockwork apocalypse you about to implode
   Collapsing on yourself cause your whole foundation is
   Built on lies dont apologize
   Cause once they watch you rise they wanna watch you fall
   And theyll all take a piece just like the Berlin wall
   And place it on their mantle like a souvenir
   And what they call a knick-knack is really your career
   
   Chorus
   
   You aint promise nothing but a pocket full of stress
   Still there be people that would die for less
   You aint promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow
   If they dont like the demo make a new one tomorrow
   You aint promise nothing but a pocket full of stress
   Still there be people that would die for less
   You aint promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow
   If they dont like the demo make a new one tomorrow
   
   
   When its time to rise Ill open the archives
   When you be in dreams you got 85s
   Chrome down with the leather package
   You got a home of your own
   Youre holding acres
   I got it made
   Season tickets to the Knickers and the Lakers
   Playing both coasts closed and European festivals
   Crowd scream decibels x2
   In your ear you wanna make rapping your career
   
   From Arkansas to Minnesota I sell out the quota
   I be the wet dream making cream for promoters
   We keep the shit right we dont be starting no fights
   And he wont hold out my dough cause Im a put out his lights
   And once the crew hits the stage the crowd gets involved
   We show love they show it back all problems solved
   You can boom shalock and jump to the sounds I pump
   But I aint quitting till Im shitting on Donald Trump
   
   So take heed to the verses and styles and versions
   When you socialize with other MCs
   And boast your rhymes to company enemies
   And in any cases that feel is what you want
   ???
   You want to make money money and take every honey
   Rap charges aint funny but it boost your career
   Your penile style is now hanging from a tier
   Now you wanna know fear to impress your peers
   Now your ass outta here the rap game goes on